My Life In Prison の小説・ストーリー

I bristle at her doubtful tone. While I entrusted my life to Charles, other prisoners had their doubts, and I won't judge them. After all, many inmates haven't found their true love yet. They don't understand the meaning of childhood sweethearts, family, and commitment. "Of course," I say. "Charles is a great guy. He sends me a letter every week. He hasn't visited me because his status is sensitive. I went to jail, Trina, and it was not an honorable thing to do. And my dad wouldn't lie to me, either. I'm finally going to get my life back, Trina."

She told me that I could not escape since my two unsuccessful tries had landed me on the high-security watch list, so I was more or less trapped until the trial took place or someone completed what that shank-wielding man had initiated. I could hear hundreds of other prisoners doing the same thing in the cells at night as I lay in my bunk. This was now my life, to wake up every day in a place that was supposed to tear people to pieces, until they could no longer remember how it was like to be human. Money, power, influence, could not alter the fact that I remained here paying a price because of the crimes I had committed in vengeance on people who had gone on with their lives as I was wastin

Be sensible. Every word carried a commanding tone. He clearly believed I would react the same way I always had—no matter how he mocked or humiliated my feelings, I'd eventually crawl back, apologizing just to stay by his side. Not this time. I gave a small shrug and tossed the phone straight into the trash can—along with the pathetic life I'd once lived. There was nothing left in this town to miss. My gambling father died years ago. I'd sold the house, and now, with my mother healthy again, we were heading overseas to start anew.

I thought. ... When I woke up, I was in a ward. The sharp sting of antiseptic in the air jolted me fully awake. I was still alive. I glanced at the clock on the wall and realized I had been unconscious for 12 hours. This meant I had only 12 hours left to live. "Zoe, you're finally awake!" Caleb's voice was filled with relief, like he had just pulled me back from the edge. "What happened?" I asked. "You collapsed and started coughing up blood," he said, watching me closely. "Zoe, let's get you a full check-up, okay?"

“ What was life in prison like? ” “ Worse, when you compare it to my previous lifestyle. But the experience broke me and made me more humble. Also, the encounter I'd had in the police van made the experience bearable. There was also a lady I met there, Mary who'd been wrongly accused. Despite that, she believed in God and held on to the fact that he'll deliver her no matter what. ” “ Was she delivered? ” “ Yup. We were released on the same day. We've been fellowshipping together from the time we met till now. ”

instructed the guard once more. “Let me!” I bellowed but a hand restrained me. “Just let me talk to that stupid guy,” I said to the guard. “Let him,” a voice whispered behind us. The prison was giving me his signature grin. “Two minutes top and no more.” I nodded. “Give us privacy.” I dragged the stoic body of the man down the steps. I was starting to have doubts about my decision for picking him over the other one. “Hey!” I slapped him hard on the face. “Get a hold of yourself!” I got no reaction in return. “Listen to me, dude. Win this fight and I promise you would never worry for your wife and kid again. I promise no Santa Muertos would ever endanger them. Do you like that?”

" The day I was sentenced, Zoey publicly announced her support for Ronald as the heir to the Goldman family. From that moment on, I had nothing left. For three years in prison, I slept beside the toilets. They shoved my head into toilet water and forced me to drink it. The inmates beat me, humiliated me, treated me worse than an animal. To survive, I fought my way through with my fists. The only thing keeping me alive was the hope that one day I could leave prison and buy back my parents' old mansion. The day I got out, I hid myself in an underground fighting ring like a rat crawling out of the gutter, living numbingly from match to match. That one million dollars would have brought me one s

Tony asked as he looked at me once he finished his story "Oh me? I grew up in a wonderful household, sadly my family ending up dying and leaving me behind, so now I live with my best friend and I'm hoping to move forward with my life," I replied, lying straight through my teeth knowing I couldn't give Tony the truth what so ever, "Sounds like you had it rough too," Tony said as he scooted in closer to me, "Yeah, I guess I did have to a little rough," I replied scootching away from Tony as he got closer and closer to me on the bed. Tony had me trapped against the wall at the head of the bed,

My pinky never fully healed, but it didn't bother me anymore. I married Julian, and by our second year together, we had our daughter. I bought the old company back. After all, it was something I'd fought so hard for. That dark chapter of my life no longer had the power to hold me down anymore. Then, one day, I got a call saying Joanna had been caught. I hurried to the police station, and they showed me a video. Henry was tortured so badly that he was almost unrecognizable, but the date stamp showed it wasn't from this year.

But none of that has ever happened to me. For me, I had the most unfortunate life. Not being able to communicate with other people and have friends, just like in the books I've read. Not being able to see what's life outside, what is Vamparia, and everything. Just like what I've said, my life is like a prisoner, that's how my life is. And I even think that a prisoner's life is more fortunate than mine. For at least, a prisoner had a life even before they got imprisoned, but me, I was born locked in this place.